Chapter 1 The Tyrant is Restarting
"Alin, have you ever felt that the king's burden is too heavy?"
The man lowered his long, thick eyelashes, and the corners of his eyes were scarlet.
"It's okay, just take a good sleep, and the new king will take care of all the sufferings in life for you."
He coaxed her softly, and as she showed complete trust in him, he slowly stabbed the shining cold blade in his hand into her chest.
The sound of flesh being torn was heard, and the tyrant staggered with his head lowered, and fell in a pool of blood above the hall.
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The summer night was adorned with a sky full of stars and moonlight. Pinpoints of fluorescent light pierced through the thick blood and stopped at a mass grave piled with corpses.
The warm fluorescent light fell on the man's cold pale face, and his chilly body temperature gradually warmed up as more and more fluorescent light gathered.
Clouds obscured the new moon, and the sky and earth were dark. The gathered fluorescent light seemed like stars scattered by gods, clinging to that person intimately and fondly.
The drooping fingertips moved slightly, and the woman dressed as a man slowly opened her dark eyes.
She sat up from the ground with her limbs stiff, her long black hair was stained with dried blood. When she raised her head, her facial features were delicate and cold.
He tilted his head slightly, rubbed his cheek against the flying flame, and his eyes, which were gradually regaining clarity, were now cold.
I remember.
She is the emperor of this grand scene.
A tyrant who is despised and feared by all.
Junlin, this is her name.
The king rules the world and looks down upon everything.
All officials of the Jing Kingdom will never forget the day when Emperor Jing ascended the throne. The still young emperor had his red lips curled, and his narrow and cold eyes carried a majesty that could not be disobeyed.
His lips parted and his voice was cold: "I am the emperor of this world."
That day the sun was high in the sky. The young emperor's overly charming face showed only his undisguised purpose and ambition. His clear pupils showed his determination to unify the world, which made all the officials excited and made thousands of people bow their heads.
She is ambitious and vows to achieve the same track, the same writing system, the same ethics, the unification of all countries, and move towards a prosperous future.
Then, the dream was shattered before it even began.
Jun Lin: “…”
Thanks for the invitation. My fist is stiff.
She is a modern-day reincarnation who was extremely ambitious and was ready to fulfill the last wish of the previous emperor of Jing Kingdom, destroying the remaining four kingdoms and unifying the world. However, she ended up falling into the hands of her obedient childhood sweetheart.
The other party went to southern Xinjiang and performed a special witchcraft, which seemed to seal her soul and consciousness. It was not an ordinary poisoning, but a very clever toxin reaction caused by the incompatible diet, which made the secret guards who had to test the poison for the king before the meal not notice it.
When consciousness is gradually sealed and then manipulated by the devil, after five years of tyranny, the 20-year-old king with a clear mind arrives: Nuclear Kindness Smile.jpg
Now I just want to rush back to the palace and crush my childhood sweetheart's head.
While under the control of drugs, she collected male pets, imposed taxes, became moody, and left corpses everywhere.
Finally, the people's anger was aroused, and all the officials hated him so much that they joined forces to kill him. The tyrant "died" in the court.
She pursed her lips. The current situation was very difficult.
His father, the emperor, and his mother, the empress, passed away. He was not only known as a tyrant in Jing country, but also in other countries. Moreover...
Her eyes were dim and difficult to read.
At that time, the princes of the two neighboring countries were abducted to be concubines.
I couldn't help but cry out in pain. This misunderstanding between Long Yang and Yang was really hard to explain. The people were always looking forward to their own handsome sons or husbands, fearing that this tyrant would take a fancy to them at first sight and snatch them away by force without caring about violating morals.
No matter how calm she was, she was still troubled by the current situation.
Jun Lin looked down at the wound on her chest that was pierced by a sharp blade. The blood had dried up, but she was still in so much pain that she frowned and couldn't recover for a while.
The most important thing now is to recover from the injury, gather intelligence on the imperial city, and then regain your position.
As for her original plan to visit civil officials and military generals and conquer the world when she ascended the throne, it had to be postponed.
Her dishevelled appearance did not detract from her noble aura; the aloof air she had acquired from having been in a high position for so many years made the young emperor's eyes and eyebrows brimming with pride, even in this mass grave.
That is the decision.
She has her own way in her heart.
The wind and rain cannot rush it, and ten thousand men cannot stop it.
On the road to unifying the world, she will not allow any unnecessary emotions to hinder her progress. She will wield the blade to kill all enemies decisively and mercilessly.
Even if that person is herself.
A foul-smelling wind blew across the mass grave. Footsteps were heard approaching, scaring away the surrounding flames.
She held her breath and glanced sideways, and almost the moment their eyes met, she had already flown forward and clenched her five fingers tightly around the other's neck.
He grinned, revealing his sinister white teeth, and with a murderous aura, he asked, "Who is it?"
The handsome young man pursed his lips, and his pale features wrinkled in discomfort because his breathing was blocked. The blockage in his throat made him utter three words in a hoarse voice.
"Shen Sinian."
For thousands of years, I have been blessed by Heaven.
Jun Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise, then let go of his hand: "It sounds familiar."
The young man, who had regained his breath, put a fist to his lips and coughed twice with great restraint to hide his loss of composure. His pale face gradually turned rosy.
She was wearing a tattered black robe with gold edging and blood stains, and her messy black hair stuck to her cold white skin. The person in front of her was clearly extremely ferocious, but all this did not detract from her beauty and elegance at all.
Shen Sinian withdrew his gaze, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his composure and looked into her eyes again.
"I am here on the orders of my father Shen Wu to take you back home."
The boy was extremely handsome, with clear and elegant eyebrows and eyes like a touch of ink in a landscape painting, and red lips and white teeth, revealing the liveliness and passion that should be possessed by this age. He stood straight, with a posture neither humble nor arrogant.
The slender sunlight of the scorching clouds was orange and red, and Jun Lin stared at him silently, the boy's eyes were clear and fearless.
She laughed, "I remember, when your mother was pregnant with you, I leaned close to her belly to listen, and you kicked me at that time. I still remember this grudge."
The boy's calm expression gradually cracked, and he frowned: "Please don't make fun of me."
Jun Lin smiled and said, "I was the one who gave you the name Si Nian. At that time, I followed my father to visit the Shen Mansion, and your mother asked me to name you."
"You've grown this big?"
Shen Sinian blinked in a daze.
He had heard these things from his mother, but he never thought that the person was the one in front of him.
He had thought countless times about what it would be like to be a person who had given himself a name that conveyed blessings and wishes.
A gentle and elegant land?
A famous place with a clear and elegant character?
A bold and ambitious plan?
Neither.
It was the man in front of her who was covered in wounds but looked at her with a calm and composed smile.
"I will tell you the rest when we get back home. Now please follow me and I will lead the way for you."
Seeing the pretentious young man trying to put on a mature and reliable attitude, Jun Lin was amused by this poor acting and ordered, "Carry me."
The fifteen-year-old boy showed an incredible expression to the strange twenty-year-old "man" in front of him.
You are half a head taller than me now, how can you be so embarrassed?
But the person in front of him was standing there calmly waiting for him. Shen Sinian's eyes swept over the scars on her body without leaving a trace. He paused and bent down obediently.
Maybe the injury can no longer sustain me.
Be a little more honest.
The young man sighed at the weather.
Jun Lin jumped onto his back nimbly. The boy's back was not very wide or thick, and was only covered with a thin layer of muscle, but it was strong enough to protect others from wind and rain.
She praised sincerely: "Not bad."
I have to find a way to get her back to work for me.
The body on her back was too soft, and her well-proportioned bones were even thinner and more fragile than her appearance.
The young man suppressed his thoughts, put his arm steadily through her legs, and politely accepted the compliment: "Thank you for the compliment."